Chapter 179 The Master Don't Sleep Well

The seventh day of the first lunar month stood quietly aside, like a sculpture.

The room was quiet, except for the occasional paper ball that fell on the ground, making a slight noise.

When there was a pile of paper balls on the ground, it was only on the seventh day that he raised his eyelids and looked at the man behind the table.

Today's master seems to be different, his face is still calm, but the impetuousness between his eyebrows cannot be hidden.

On the seventh day of the seventh day, the eyes moved, the master was so abnormal, was it because of Miss Lu Er?

After thinking for a while, he bent down to pick up a ball of paper on the ground and gently unfolded it.

Inside is a picture of a girl lying on the table.

The person who drew this picture is very good at drawing, and the person on the paper is like the real one.

Just as his eyes were about to fall on the girl's face, suddenly, his hands were empty, and the man's sullen voice sounded slowly in the room.

"Seventh day!"

On the seventh day of the first lunar month, he glanced at the paper ball that was snatched away, and pursed his lips, "This subordinate is here."

"I see that you have been very busy recently, have you not continued to practice?"

"I..." The seventh day was interrupted as soon as he said a word, "I don't need you to guard here. Since you are so energetic, you will run around the palace wall ten times."

The seventh day of the first day: "..." He blinked innocently, the palace was so big, he ran around the palace wall ten times, and it was dawn, so he didn't need to sleep.

"Yes." His dark eyes drooped, and he walked out, thinking of something, without looking back, "Master, the second Miss Lu you drew is really ugly." After that, before Long Yang could react, he pulled out his legs. just run.

Didn't the master let him not need to sleep, then the master should not sleep well.

In fact, the master's painting skills are very good, and Miss Lu Er was also painted vividly, but the master's heart is not calm, and he always feels that the painting is not good.

Hearing that the painting is ugly, the master will definitely continue to paint, and when he feels satisfied, the sky will probably be bright.

On the seventh day of the seventh day, the corner of his mouth was slightly hooked, and he ran around the palace wall happily.

Long Yang rubbed his brows and wondered if he had been too kind and gentle lately. The people around him were more presumptuous than each other.

With a sullen face, he sat back on the chair and sketched the person on the painting with a pen.

...

Two days later.

Long Yang's physical condition had stabilized. That night, he took out the detoxification pill that Lu Liangwei had given him and prepared to take it.

Lin Yuanzheng came early and waited.

He knew that the emperor was going to take the antidote today, and he was both excited and nervous, and he couldn't wait to see the efficacy of this antidote.

Seeing that the master had already taken out the detoxification pill, Zhao Gan said with some anxiety: "Master, I don't know if there is any problem with this detoxification pill. Otherwise, the servant will find someone to try it first, and after confirming that it is correct, you can..."

Long Yang glanced at him.

Zhao Gan swallowed his saliva, and stopped quickly, not daring to say more.

But I couldn't help but feel worried.

Although it is impossible for Miss Lu Er to harm her master, after all, no one knows whether there is any problem with the detoxification pills that Miss Lu Er refined.

In case the master doesn't eat well...

Zhao Ganchou's brows were almost tied.

But the master trusts Miss Lu Er too much, because he is sure that this medicine will not be a problem.

Don't be afraid of accidents, just in case...

Just when Zhao Gan was in a hurry and couldn't do anything, a figure beside him suddenly took a few steps forward.

"Master, this subordinate thinks that Director Zhao's concerns are not unreasonable, you..."

Seeing the seventh day of the first lunar month, Zhao Qian was moved to tears.

This kid seems to be quiet on weekdays, but at critical moments, he is the most reliable.

On the seventh day of the first lunar month, I persuaded them together, and I believe that the master should also loosen up.

However, just after he thought about it, he heard Long Yang indifferently say: "It's already like that, and it won't get worse."